Yall remember that nyc cypher video with das racist and blu? Yall remember that tall rapper with a yellow shirt, geekin’ the fuck out in the background? So cute. Yea, that’s Homeboy Sandman. Now he’s signed to Stone Throw Records and currently touring with Brother Ali. His fourth album, First of a Living Breed was just released on September 18.
Humble and heartfelt. Homeboy Sandman is from Queens. You can listen to more of him if you buy his shit on itunes. I’m not gonna go on too much, because I think his lyrics speak for himself. All I’ll say is I have a profound respect for someone who says what he says, out loud.
every man is not created equal, we’re all created mad different, some are bad people, the bald evil’s mad evil, place in you in the class C, feed your class people, check the cops, corresponding quarter sooner then the pack, think they’re tapping your computer, your computer is a tap, human traffickers want to track you, your computer is a map, forget whoever fingerprints, they got a mask, they got a mac every atlas on your jacks for getting jacked, every act on every bill and every law and every bill and every act, this game is run, so you they can run it where you at, they got it packed down down, packed you gotta give them that
now that was money that i never had, i was suppose to give it back, the keep statistics on the gifted young and black, they put out statistics, people read them, acted like them be given fact, that they’ve been given lean when they’ve been given fat
chemtrails d’amore, arrest raise your rent and jails, gmo to monkeywrench in your end trails, all you see is shoppers save sales, wheres the dough you sent to try to save whales, well
that was took and added to money from the breast cancer walk, who knows what’s the answer to what it bought, the grief which what you ever wrought was off and ought, its too high costs trying to save the orphans just to keep them off the lawn
the war on drugs been going on for awful long, folks married to the game instead of dating off and on, but there’s no poppy fields in harlem look around for some reason all the brown niños turned to nino brown
we used to beat on bush but now he’s not around, so people found a different bush to beat around, favorite noise are boys in blue kapow, you’re bound to catch around, you’re almost luck when they only beat you down
tight girls straighten out their tight curls, everybody wants to be a skinny white girl, cause all you see is skinny white girls, though black girls are allowed if they getting loud or if they gettin plowed, keep em from being proud its easy, easy to keep em down, keep em drownin in doubt, keep em down and out, flava flav or chuck to chuck d, you can say that black is ugly long as you saw it round about
it’s not the type of ish, with which to clown around, rap to them about cap and pow, instead of cap and gowns, tell them they’re buggin out if they don’t get around, it’ll bug them out too much to wrap their head around
release the hounds, how? create an enemy to hate by then it won’t be tough by then they hate themselves so much they couldn’t wait, they’ll drown in booze that wish they couldn’t take and that’ll make them slaves, and then we cut their pay and length of days, provide the drugs that medicate, cut their medicaid, and institute a military state, provide israel with military aid just to rub in they face, they’ll be afraid because they don’t have any faith, they’ll claim that they believe, but that is not how they behave, as money comes to power over power thats divine, they will all turn into cowards cause they all afraid to die
they’ll never form an alliance, they’ll be content to live a lie, as long as they’re alive, the sirs and madams will surmise thats its on us which they rely, they’ll never realize, that we rely on them, at any moment they decide, they can make it end, instead just makes some ends, cause life is hopeless, times are hard, keep your focus on religion so they never look for god